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“Griffin. Griffin!”
Griffin jerked to attention. After Serena had stormed off, he’d gone back to work ripping out walls, with a little extra enthusiasm. It felt good to hammer at the Sheetrock with the maul, then put his hands on it and rip it into pieces. Tossing it into the pile for the dumpster felt great too.
Hiding out? Screw that. He was doing a job. This Sheetrock wasn’t going to demolish itself.
A tap on his back brought a rush of hope. It was Serena, coming back to actually have a conversation instead of a hit-and-run.
He turned to find Gracie instead. He yanked off his ear protection and glared at her. “What?”
Taken aback, her eyes widened. “What jumped up your butt?”
“That is a disgusting phrase.”
“Thank you.” She preened, unbothered by his critique. “You know, you do
